I met a girl in east LA
In floral shorts as sweet as May
She sang in eights in two Barrio chords
We fell in love, but not in court
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
La la la la la la la
I don't
I don't
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Mis canciones
Son de la revolución
Mi corazón
Me duele por mi generación
If you love me
We can marry on the west coast
On a Wednesday,
En el verano en agosto
I don't speak your
I don't speak your
Languagono
I don't speak your
I don't speak your
Jesus Cristo
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
I will fight for, I have fought for
How I love you
I have cried, for I will die for
How I care
In the mountains, las campanas
Están sonando
Todo los chicos, y los chicos
Se están besando
I don't speak your
I don't speak your
Languagono
I don't speak your
I won't speak your
Jesus Cristo
I don't speak your
I don't speak your
Americano
I don't speak your
I won't speak your
Jesus Cristo
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Aaaahhh America
Americano
Don't you try to catch me
Don't you try to catch me
No, no, no, no
I'm living on the edge of
Living on the edge
Of the law, law, law, law
Don't you try to catch me
Don't you try to get me
No, no, no, no
Don't you try to catch me
I'm living on the edge of the
Law, law, law, law
I agree....this is so not right...there is a whole thing in the beginning...BURKUL, this is wron, I am sorry!